pure straight out bolivia
that's why niggas i know stay on the juggle
others hug you to mug you
they even turn a church kid into stickin
but what? whatever makes the pockets thickin
fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
that's lost on the streets
that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
shovin a stubnose in buttholes
killin shit up throughout the metro
my thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
takin papers considered preference
and violations will lead to kidnappin
is realism that's in activation
livin off land with five honeys playin my hand
sippin off guinness stout and eatin clams
what? for my height niggas
purified for street players to open em
like three els laced with coke in em
fake uniform takes the portion of
to young clips and killers coachin em
fake ass niggas'll never know
cos my method's perfected
i'm movin sceptic and never show
i mess with long island and moe
puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
cos if i don't live to tell
i'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
what the fuck cats can tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
from the connivers to the livest
the streets are filled up with guns galore
gettin their minds flunked and sore
cock the 4. motherfuckers think we're playin
holdin niggas for high stitches